Greetings and salutations, welcome to Inductus Revelare! Rev is a post-war Harry Potter RPG set in modern day, over 20 years following the Battle of Hogwarts. Players are free to write for canon as well as original characters. We have four major wizarding schools (Hogwarts, Ilvermorny, Durmstrang, Beauxbatons) and one minor (Uagadou), along with worldwide locations such as The Ministry of Magic, The Magical Congress of the United States of America, St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, and much more. Apply and get sorted today

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Congratulations RAVENCLAW, WAMPUS, NOIR, and THE ELK for winning the 2018 House Cups! Revelare is home to eight total international schools and of them each, four participate in the International House Cup. You can find all stats, points and rankings by clicking here!

The Magical Congress of the United States of America is the magical body in charge of governing the wizarding population of the US. It is led by the President of the Magical Congress of the United States of America, Samuel G. Quahog. It's located within the Woolworth Building in downtown New York City and has hundreds of stories.

"Look sharp," Kyza Vilayrs rapped on Scott's desk noisily as he passed by. "We've got a case. You hear about this, Unknown Wizarding Group Attacks No-Majs? Go figure. Why would anyone even waste their time on them, anyway?" he tossed the moving newspaper he'd been reading at Scott. It displayed an animated picture of a No-Maj police commissioner standing over a bloodied body, and sharp black font proclaiming New Dark Wizard?

Scott read over the article with a keen eye. "You'd be surprised, Mr. Vilayrs, how many prejudices still exist in this day and age." Mercy poked her head through his arm to read the article, and Scott held it in a way that she could see it fully. "Have we secured the scene?"

"Apparently this No-Maj was a witness to the whole thing, uhhhh," Kyza held up a scroll. "Graynis Sazhin. I'm not saying that right. Whatever. I took the last one. It's your turn." He thrust the rolled up paper into Scott's chest.

Smoke cleared out of Scott's way, carrying the smell of barbecued hotdogs and fried street food. Kyza was lagging, having an immense dislike for the inner city, especially as it pertained to No-Majs. Scott identified the man in question easily standing in line, a newspaper under his arm as he chatted away on his phone.

"No, Kala--listen to me, Fred's just an asshole. You just gotta get back on your feet's all--oh, look, I gotta jet. One hand," he waved his right playfully even though the woman on the other end likely couldn't see it. (Who knew what those contraptions could do, though.) "I'll see you after work. Yeah, OK. Love you, too. Bye. Oh, hey, extra sauerkraut. Perfect."

He balanced his phone, the newspaper and his order in one arm as he stepped aside to let the next person through, coming face-to-face with Scott.

Scott smiled softly but held up his hand. "No, thank you. I'm quite alright. Mercy, here, however might go for a nibble." The large curly-haired fawnequin great Dane had fallen in step beside him as they moved and at the mention of her name, and hot dogs, she may have had her tongue dangling out of her mouth slightly.

Granis obligingly offered the dog a bit as they headed to the transit station. "Well, I came across the body on my way to work. I take the same route pretty much every day, through the alley leading out to 5th. There he was, just, pfft," he gestured with his elbow. "Saw someone standing over him, waving some kinda stick, muttering in Latin. Go figure, right? I called the cops and he just vanished. Straight into thin air. I must've zoned out or something for a second."